Child Yin's figure was tall and sturdy like a huge mountain.
Detecting Ye Qing Luo and Di Mo Xuan's appearance, or perhaps they were its motive, originally were this duo.
In a leap, it flew over.
This was like a huge mountain collapsing right at their doorstep!
Ye Qing Luo and Di Mo Xuan exchanged gazes as both of them turned sideways at the same time.
One charged directly towards Child Yin's head while the other turned into a flash of black shadow as it had already merged into air in a blink of an eye.
Ye Qing Luo had an excellent posture and the feather fan on her fingertips kept on swirling around as it curled up huge waves while shooting out numerous iron wires, entangling it onto Child Yin's head.
Those few iron wires directly wound around Child Yin's neck, as it revolved several rounds.
Just as Ye Qing Luo was preparing to rein in the iron wires, she saw Child Yin's thick and muscular arms with its muscles flexing.